Chapter 631: The wind and snow, the sea is boundless

The golden light appeared in the night, and the sword light continued on the horizon. These two things were intertwined in the sky, which was a rare sight in the world.
Even the most brilliant painter in the world can't draw such a picture.
A white dress fell somewhere, with a sword on his waist, instead of looking at the Mr. Zhang who had been driven back hundreds of feet by his sword, instead he turned his head and looked elsewhere. There was still some golden light in the distance. , And that golden light seemed to be much stronger than the previous golden light.
One golden light represents a saint of three religions, and two golden lights are naturally two saints.
At this moment, there are two saints plus two sword sages in Xiaoyuan City alone, and there are two saints outside Xiaoyuan City at this moment. The Canghai monks appearing here now are no better than they were in Luoyang. The city is less, this is where so many cultivators from the sea gather here, naturally something big will happen.
Zhang Sheng floated to the distance, but soon fell to the ground. He looked at the white dress in the distance. He didn't have the slightest taboo, and didn't care about the weakness of the white dress before. Instead, he smiled and praised: "So fierce. Even if his sword aura is not as good as Chao Qingqiu, it is not far behind. Above the sword, I am afraid that in the current world, only Your Excellency can hope to catch him."
The white robe stood quietly, ignoring Zhang Sheng's words, just looking at the night in the distance.
Soon a monk walked out of the night.
The monk folded his hands together, his face was old, and there was a Buddhist bead hanging around his neck. Looking at it, he felt kind and kind. If it weren't for the mountains and rivers, there were no people who believed in the Buddha.
In fact, it is not quite appropriate to describe this old monk as an eminent monk. If it were the word saint monk, it would be more appropriate.
"The donor's intention to kill is too heavy. If you really want to kill tonight, I'm afraid the old monk can only stop the donor."
The monk who entered the mountains and rivers a few days ago and only met with Master Zhou looked at this white robe, but there was no murder in his eyes.
Zhang Sheng glanced at Xiaoyuan City, and then said: "Ye Jianxian is here, will it be what I thought before, right?"
When Zhang Sheng and Master Zhou met before, they thought that there would be a sword fairy outside Xiaoyuan City, whether it was Ye Changting or Liu Xiang, it’s hard to say, but there must be such a person here. Zhang Sheng thought about it at the time. Eighty percent would be the Ye Jianxian, but at that time I thought that Ye Changting was only to prevent him from entering Xiaoyuan City. There would be nothing else, but at this time, when the buddhaland saint appeared here, Zhang Sheng I feel that things are not what he thought.
Things have changed, and may be moving towards the worst.
Ye Changting glanced at the old monk and didn’t say much, but in an instant, the ancient Jianmo on his waist came out of the grass and snatched away. In an instant, Ye Changting strode forward and swept a hundred meters, and the whole ground was covered with a peerless wave. Sword Qi was torn, and a gully emerged from Ye Changting's body and spread all the way to the saint's body, and the trend continued unabated, as if it was about to go thousands of miles away. Zhang Sheng frowned slightly, and didn't care about anything. His toes were on the ground. Tap it lightly to stop this vast sword energy, the majestic Qi machine collided with the sword gas, there was a short silence, and then there was a violent sound, and the majestic Qi machine scattered around. This
The collision of two powerful auras creates a vision of heaven and earth that is enough to shock people!
Ye Changting's white dress was blown, but his long hair was not affected at all. The sword fairy of Canghai swept forward for a hundred meters. Mo Shangcao was unsheathed and resheathed many times during this period, but it was never revealed. Zhang Sheng was originally not his opponent. Seeing that Ye Changting had already arrived, he naturally wanted to retreat for the first time. As he retreated, the old monk shouted the Buddha's name, and thousands of Buddhas enlightened him. Bright the night sky, a pair of golden hands will be printed on Ye Changting's back, if this palm is firm, even if Ye Changting is a sword fairy in the sea, it will not be better.
On the human battlefield, fighters are often fleeting, so there is the so-called saying that you will suffer from the fate of the foreign monarch, and the struggle between life and death is similar between the monks. If you are afraid of the head and tail, you think too much, too hesitate. It's easy to lose here.
Although Ye Changting has not fought with too many so-called Canghai monks, he has experienced invincible battles in that rivers and lakes before, and he has experienced life and death battles. Therefore, he turned around in just a moment and Gu Jianmo went to the grass. It was still out of the sheath, but he stretched out his hands and flexed his fingers in the air, as if he had fiddled with the strings, and there was no sound from the world.
But in the old monk's mind, there was a violent sound.
What can be heard is the sound of the piano, what is not heard is the sound of the sword.
On that river and lake back then, there was a swordsman called Leng Hanshui who had previously said that he could fight him. His method of pressing the bottom of the box was flicking swordsmanship. Ye Changting hadn't learned it, but he had seen it. Since he has seen it, Relying on his kendo talent, he would naturally.
It's just that he can do too many sword moves. In the past, he was easy to use against the enemy, and he didn't deliberately use a certain sword move. Now he has this sword, but he just thinks it is suitable.
No other intentions.
Ye Changting's eyes were calm. After the fingers popped out, the sword aura that had been scattered around was like the wrinkled spring water in the same pool, rippled, and those sword auras swept across the sky and the earth, and the power was as powerful as before. All the sword moves.
And this is not over. After the finger popped out, Ye Changting took advantage of the hilt of Gu Jianmo on the grass. The sword fairy with a sword and the sword fairy without a sword were a world of difference.
After holding the sword alone, Ye Changting slashed out a sword, and the brilliant sword light quickly pierced the sky, and of course also pierced the old monk's clothes.
The robes were slashed by Mo Shangcao with a sword, it was just a big hole, and even sharp sword energy penetrated into it, causing the old monk’s body that was more than iron to have a blood stain, and even some blood drops. Out.
The old monk's face changed slightly, thinking about going back, but after Ye Changting only glanced at him, the second sword light appeared on him again. This time, the sword light cut through his sleeves, still his arms. Flesh and flesh, under this sword, the sword aura that was as vast as the ocean, forcibly cut his arm into a blur of flesh and blood, and a lot of red blood was scattered, looking extremely miserable.
Just before the third sword was handed out, that Zhang Sheng had already raised his hand and threw something out toward this side.
It was an inkstone with a blue light. When it came towards Ye Changting, it grew rapidly at the same time. After Ye Changting, it was already hovering like a small city.
Not far above Ye Changting's head, the brilliance of the inkstone was flowing, and the atmosphere of the avenue was undoubtedly revealed.
There are saints in the world, and then there are saints, this Spring and Autumn Inkstone is Zhang Sheng's saints!
Feeling the power emanating from this inkstone, even Ye Changting frowned slightly.
At this moment, the inkstone was pressed down towards him, and countless great auras fell on Ye Changting's body.
His white coat had a splendid brilliance, but it looked more like a series of invisible ropes, and it looked like he was trying to trap Ye Changting in it.
Ye Changting frowned slightly. Before he could do anything, the old monk in the distance didn't care about treating his injuries. Instead, he threw out the Buddha beads around his neck and came quickly with a monstrous Buddha light.
Everyone knows that there is a lantern in the Buddha Land, which all monks in the sea want to have, but besides the lantern, there are naturally other sacred objects.
This string of Buddhist beads is.
Ye Changting remained expressionless as always, just looking at the Chunqiu inkstone, and said coldly: "Come!"
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Liu Xiang, who was spitting, heard the sound coming from a distance, and then just glanced at Li Fuyao, and quickly moved towards the clouds, the majestic sword energy separated the air machines intertwined in the clouds, Liu Xiang It just appeared beside Jianjun.
Jianjun turned his head and glanced at Liu Xiang, with some confusion in his eyes.
Liu Xiang threw the cut of willow branches into the pool, and then took a deep breath, "One person, one, faster. I don't know if you can hold down the two people outside. Other people will come over after a long time."
Jianjun Ningshen glanced at Chen Sheng who was in the distance, and then slowly stood up, but it was not the first time that he took out the tens of thousands of feet in the pool, he reached out his hand into his chest, that hand was like a sharp sword Normally, he directly separates his chest, but no blood is seen. Sword Lord presses down somewhere in his chest and his face is painful. After a while, his hand is slightly stronger, and a small sword is drawn from his chest. He exhaled a suffocating breath, then began to inhale.
This inhalation is to inhale all the previously scattered sword qi into the body together with the wind and snow.
Chen Sheng's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but swept back hundreds of feet.
Liu Xiang had already looked at Master Zhou.
Sword Lord bent down, picked up the ten-thousand-foot-long handle, and after holding it in his hand, threw out the small sword. What the Xinfen sword fairy did to him thousands of years ago is far more than what he saw on the surface. .
After the Sword Sovereign held the sword, the whole person's momentum changed. He looked at Chen Sheng, and he had an invincible spirit that appeared in the world. He was once the emperor of the world, otherwise he would not be called the Sword Sovereign. He was the emperor in this sword, how could he die here so easily.
He looked at Chen Sheng in front of him, thinking about those situations where he hadn't practiced swords, then he thought for a moment, and calmly said, "I'm here."
Between heaven and earth, there is another wind and snow.
At this moment, in Xiaoyuan City, the Sword Seeking Immortal Sword in Li Fuyao's sleeve began to vibrate slightly, not knowing why, Li Fuyao didn't know about the cloud matters, but he clearly felt that something big was going to happen.
It's like a play, and not all the singers are on stage yet!